Saturday, April 30, 2011

I'm brainstorming the Literotica "Nude Day Contest." I had posted that I didn't think I would be participating. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it might be nice to have completed a year's worth of contests successfully, without breaking stride. It dawned on me that come this year's "Summer Lovin' Contest" it will have been a year of me entering. Which means: A year's worth of themed inspiration, muse cooperation, and completed stories!

The plot bunny has been hoppin' around and I'm up to 5 pages on this new story. As far as I can tell so far, it will not have a paranormal element to it (surprise). But, we know how that goes - there is always room for spirit to intervene - at any given moment! Currently, I am debating whether I am going to have my heroine go it solo or not. I will say that this will be a story of awareness, healing, and embracing the body with all of its 'imperfections'.

Prayers and Love and Healing energy sent forth to those affected by the recent inclement weather and natural disasters of Nature's Fury

Monday, April 25, 2011

Thanks for all the reads and votes on my Earth Day contest entry ~HeartWood~!!! I didn't place, but was ever so close. :) Bouncing around between 1st place and 7th place, I ended up at 6th. I had so much fun! Congrats to the winners and also to all those who entered their stories.

Thanks for the support and positive vibes regarding Harlequin, as well. I was not one of the 5 authors chosen for the pitch (there were 50 of us). But, I was encouraged to submit the story the traditional way. I might! Or I might look elsewhere. It was a positive experience. :)

I appreciate the reading, voting, commenting and feedback. Feedback helps me grow as a writer and improve my technique. Winners are announced tomorrow. Thanks!

Monday, April 18, 2011

She felt closed in, his presence unnerving her. Stepping away from him, she walked to the window to gaze out at the full moon. He took advantage of the moment of distraction and came up behind her, resting his hand on her waist, moving close to press against her back. His erection straining the confines of his breeches. Stroking the soft skin of her neck with just his fingertips, he touched his lips to the curve of her ear. So different from the peaked tips he had been used to in the past.

Her body reacted, betraying her measured control as a soft sigh escaped. She concentrated on her breathing, inhaling and exhaling in time to the rapid beat of her heart.

He spun her around to face him, dipping his head low, capturing her lips in a soul searing kiss. As her body melted against his, he felt the power grow.

"You are clouding my mind.” She whispered, trying for a coherent though. His hand tilted her chin up.

“Does it displease you?” A predatory gleam in his eye. His hand moved from her chin to caress her flushed cheek. Feather light touches skimming her breast. She looked down, watchful as his fingers began to unlace the ties of her simple bodice.

“My sister.” She stammered, her eyes locked on his fingers as they slowly, painstakingly untied the laces.

“Remains asleep. Relax.” He swept her off of her feet, ignoring her yelp of surprise and stalked out of the chamber, carrying her out into the night air. She struggled in his arms, squirming and kicking, opening her mouth to speak her thoughts. He stilled those words with a brush of his lips.

“Hush. No words. No thoughts. Simply feel” His fingertips brushed her breast. The action caused her to bite her lower lip to prevent the gasp from escaping her mouth, as she cursed her traitorous nipples which were straining against the fabric. She shook her head to clear it.

“I must think about this compromise.” She forced her mouth to move and form words.

“There is time enough.” He assured her, as his hand slipped beneath the fabric to palm her left breast. The heave of her breath pushing more of her breast into his hand.

“Time works differently here. It needs to be now.” She asserted. He set her gently on the ground and backed her against the tree, stepping away. She blinked up at him. A salacious grin crossed his features as he stalked forward.

“I mean it.” She gulped. When he was standing in her space, his hand lazily trailing from the side of her waist upward, she began hitting his chest, uncomfortable with the feelings he was evoking. Chuckling lightly, he encircled her wrists with his other hand and pinned them above her head, staring intently into her eyes. She glared back defiantly.

“You promised no magick.” She squeaked as warmth flooded her body as he pressed his hardness into her, letting her feel his arousal...

Saturday, April 16, 2011

My entry for the Literotica "Earth Day Contest," ~HeartWood~ (http://www.literotica.com/s/heartwood) has been well received! There are 4 more days left to read and vote. Winners are announced on Wednesday, April 20th. If you haven't checked out the stories yet, click on the Earth Day link up at the top. And while you're there, please Read, Vote, and/or Comment on my story and let me know your thoughts! THANKS!!!

She lay sprawled in the tub, the frothy bubbles caressing her curves. The room was bathed in a warm glow from the flicker of flame. Hypnotic strains of music played softly in the background; the twitter of birdsong flowing on a breeze, the minor chords of ivory lulling her mind, and a gentle acoustic strumming - soothing her senses. Her head was cushioned on a pillow of air, hazel eyes closed. She didn't hear the door open or see her lover slip in. As she relaxed, she sunk deeper in the tub, only her head and the tips of her toes above the water. She sighed deeply and released all the tension the day had brought with it. This was just what she needed: a quiet moment away from the world. She lifted a delicate hand, searching the edge of the tub for her glass of wine. Her hand touched something soft and she let out a small gasp of surprise. As her lids were about to fly open, she felt something cool slip over her eyes and around the back of her head.

"You're home." She stated the obvious. "I thought you were working late."

"Mhm." Was the murmured reply. She felt the water swirl around her body as a hand entered the water churning it a bit. She heard the faucet running and felt warm water bathe her toes. She slid her feet up a little higher, trying to reach the hand, pushing herself up and off the back of the tub to sit up straight.

"Lie back down." The voice commanded softly. She complied, curious. She heard a squeak from above and a soft curse as something fell into the water, splashing her face. The object was picked up and she heard a soft click sound; the hand held shower was now running. She could feel the bubbles dissipating around her and goosebumps prickled her flesh. The door must still be open, she surmised. She was wondering whether the culprit was truly the chill in the air, or the build up of anticipation she was feeling. She felt a gentle tug on her hair as her pony tail holder was removed. She gave her head a little shake and her hair fell past her shoulders. She felt hot water rain down on her head, the warmth spreading down to caress her cheeks and slip down to kiss her breasts. She smiled and reached over for her shampoo. The bottle was swiftly taken out of her hand.

The gentle rain-like stream was moved down her body and around her back. She wondered at her lover's intentions. Would her lover not help her wash this time? She knew how much they loved to soap her body up, slipping and sliding down with the soap between the folds and creases of her pussy lips, to ease a finger in and give her clit a gentle flick. What was the hold up? She wondered. She heard another click and felt the water's stream intensify. Rivulets of water traveled up and over her breasts, concentrating on her warm nipples, which peaked to attention at the contact. She arched her back so that her breasts were above the water and let out a tiny whimper, wanting to feel the contact of skin, the softness of lips, the swirl of tongue. The water ceased its teasing of her nipples and wandered a path across her stomach.

Click. She felt the water on her feet. She flexed her foot and giggled at the tickly feeling of the water against her soles and dipping in between her toes. The stronger stream traveled up to her thigh, where it momentarily left and then returned to the other thigh, making it's way back down to her toes again and back up edging closer to her wetness. She imagined it was her lovers fingers whispering across her skin, kissing a pathway to her center. She longed to feel the soft skin against hers.

"Open your legs." The voice instructed. She breathed in a shaky breath and slowly let her legs fall open. She heard the drain being released and gradually the water began to slide away from her body. She shivered anew. When the water was gone, she heard still another click and gulped knowing that the cycle from the softest of rain to a steady pounding had been gone through. The last setting was a hard, pulsing stream. She felt her herself grow wet, waiting, wanting, needing. She spread her legs further apart until each of her knees was touching the side of the tub. She moved her hand down to touch herself and was hissed at. She put her hand back where it was, not wanting to ruin what was in store for her. The atmosphere of the room changed from playfulness to one of concentration. She squeezed her eyes tightly, straining closer. She could hear the water just down by her thigh. She yelped when she felt the hard pulsing stream against her core. The water beat against her and sweat began to slide down her body. She started panting and squirming, her sensitive clit seeking the throb of water. Another click and the stream changed to a gentle whisper of water, circling her clit, lovingly caressing, moving back up to give her heavy breasts a moment of attention. Click. The water was now one single stream like a faucet, and the heat of it pressed against her lips, pushing against the barrier, seeking an invitation. She moaned as she felt the stream of water enter her and seek her depths. Her clit and breasts were bereft of attention and she mewled in complaint, biting her lower lip to prevent it from trembling more than it already was.

"Please?" Her voice pleaded.

"Go head." The other voice replied. Once given permission, one hand floated down her abdomen to seek her neglected clit and rub at it; and the other hand cupped and kneaded her flushed breasts. The water continued its exquisite torture on her pussy and she felt muscles clenching, trying to gain purchase on the imaginary shaft. She moaned, thrashing her head against the pillow as she rode the wave of sensations, and screamed as she let go and came, her juices flowing over with such intensity as she'd ever felt. She slid all the way down in the tub as a blast of cold enveloped her body. The water was no longer running. The room was silent. She slipped the piece of satin from her eyes and stared up into the gorgeous blue of her lover's eyes. Her lover was perched on the edge of the tub, her panties pushed down her legs and her fingers furiously working her clit.

"My turn, baby." She winked and climbed into the tub, shedding bra and shirt.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

At 16,300 words, my Earth Day entry is finally finished. Woohoo!!! What an intense, tree-hugging, earth-mother celebrating, labor of LOVE that one was. The twists and turns surprised me, but I'm happy with the results and proud of it! I just hope Earth Mother and her nature spirits are pleased as well. I was honored to be her voice.

It's off to be read and hopefully edited soon. Then, I will be able to post it. I'll keep you updated.

Earthy, Organic, Orgasmic and Healing.

A dryad dances her way into his life bringing the wonders and revelations of Nature.

Friday, April 1, 2011

April is National Poetry month in the USA: "to celebrate POETRY and its vital place in American Culture."

National Poetry Month. I'm going to attempt, if not to write a "Poem-A-Day," to share one (mine and maybe others as well). Any type of poetry. Mine just happens to rhyme - most of the time. I say I have a rhyming curse when it comes to verse. :)

Poem I wrote tonight: Day 1

Lasting impressions
linger in the canvas of the mind
as storybook plots
unfold before the eye
a setting of wide open spaces
dotted with secluded, secret places
where characters emote
to the other
and dream Light
converse
with stars
sleeping shadows
inside
emotions
seep into the soul
as the heart story
is told.
~~~

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